After much hard work, I have made a Death Note Abridged video. Behold--!

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After I had the whole thing done, my Windows Movie Maker decided not to save it. I tried every fuckin' thing to fix that, but nothing helped. Finally I gave it up for lost and downloaded a different editor and remade the whole eight minute movie over again. Bleh. I was up 'till three in the morning doing it, but at least it's done.

I've watched far too much anime for my own good. I'm starting to think in fragmented Japanese. Though, to be fair to the anime overload, it did remind me why I love the language and got me back into the mood to work on learning more. First step: study my damn kanji. Else, I'll never be able to translate anything.

I finished watching Death Note, and now I feel inexplicably empty. Maybe I'll write some Death Note fics. I tried reading some but... Jesus Christ, has anyone here looked at FF.net's Death Note section? I swear to god, makes me want to punch a baby seal. Stupid fanbrats ruin everything. I hate it. Death Note is a supernatural crime thriller about a sociopath who wants to remake the world in his own image and more than a little demented super-detective trying to stop him. So why on earth are there so many whiny little fangirls clinging to this series, when they obviously don't have two brain cells to rub together, much less enough to comprehend it?

Gah--this is like the time I found out there was Nine-teen Eighty Four/Twilight crossover fic. I am disillusioned and disgusted.

Okay--I have been marathoning Death Note because I haven't seen much of it, and I caught the first episode on Adult Swim the other day, and thought to myself, "Why haven't I watched that yet? I mean, I -know- it's an amazing anime, and I know I'll love it. I need to get on it." So I did. And every scene with L made me very hungry. I want delicious, delicious Japanese sweets. Especially the cake I always see consumed in anime. It looks amazing. I should head down to Olde Time Pastries and see if they've got anything like it...

Anyhow, while waiting for the episodes to load, I went over my outlines for In The Wake of the War--Saelh's story, y'know. I didn't tweak them too much, but I'm no longer in love with the details of them. Ah, well, something to be cleaned up in the second draft. I'll write them as is and see what I want to do from there, I s' pose.

I hope to finish soon, so I can start the process of being rejected by publishers. I think the greatest success, for me, would not be getting War published--don't get me wrong, that'd be an amazing success, just not the greatest one I can think of. No, the thing that would make me happiest in the whole world is having people read it, and like it to the point where they care about the characters and about the world. My greatest success would be creating a fandom.

I'll be truely happy when I see people drawing fanart and writing fanfic of the things born in my skull.

Bored and jobless. Eeeenk.

I've gotten really into plushies lately. I'm kinda proud of my cyndaquil, which I posted today here. A week or two back, I posted it on LiveJournal and reveled in the praise. I need that pick-me-up sometimes, because my art's going no where, and I don't write as often as I ought to.

Someone on LiveJournal said that I should make some more Cyndaquil and sell them on Ebay. And, y'know, I totally would. 'Cept I haven't the slightest clue how Ebay works and it kinda scares me.

I'm not feeling so depressed these days. But I am feeling useless. I can't find a job, so I feel extremely poor and restless.

There's a Ren. Faire in Oakland on the 11th and 12th, and the Guild sent me an actor's pass, so I really want to go. That is, the St. Guiles' Rennaisance Actors Guild, not the Guild of Calamitous Intent. Anyway, Rex also got an actor's pass, so we'll probably head up to the bay area for it. 'Cause, seriously, there just ain't too much else going on around here.

There was a Twilight Zone marathon going on the last few days, so I binged my brain on it. I swear to god I'm seeing sinister things everywhere I look. It's great.

Guess that's about it. Nnnng....

Happy Birthday, America.

Things like this:

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...are what's wrong with the internet. Hideous pictures heaped with praise. Also that this person recognizes Rorschach as being from the movie, and not from the GN. A quick glance at their profile page showed another picture of Rorschach--and what appeared to be the Joker--and one picture of LedgerJoker.

So, yeah. Good mood deflated. Way to go, internet. Mission accomplished.